The meteors of love

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Can it
even be
Googled?

That which
bamboozles
and disembowls:

Love.
If we research
long enough,

look under
the right stones,
discover the hidden cavewalls…

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Will there be a mention of love?
Very little
because love is too blinding

and overwhelming
and exposing
and overflowing

so we come at it sideways
observe it
from the long view.

We respond with architecture
literature
and art,

As its lightning
strikes us
as though we were trees.

Our mirrors
catch its glory
and our hands

illustrate Love’s
command.
Everything
is moved.

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Just remember this: someone in the future will fall in love with (even) us

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We have
loved before

We will
love again

Our hearts
are excavated

by love’s meteors
Our hearts

like central craters
Unable not to be filled

To the brim
With white seagulls

soaring
swooping

quenching our thirst for flight
satiating our hunger for flight…

Start
from his hands

Continue
at his lips

End
temporarily

at the hollow
of his neck and

The small
of his back-

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Jacky

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I didn’t mean to
It just happened
I felt drunk
Didn’t drink
I failed to notice
the link
Between us
We were too mirrored
Too alike
We played games
twins play
And said things
Siamese twins say
Our love was royal
Unprecedented
At least to me
The highlight of 2007
Besides Darkmans
Nicola Barker’s Booker
shortlisted novel
There was a violence
to you
I got too close
which meant I could read
what was not meant to be seen
at least in a world so keen
on uncomplicated subjects of unopposed Gods:
Untangled
Unravelling
Travelling outward
for a change
the range of my defenses
all simultaneously falling apart
I fell in your arms
Your name was Jacky

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I was so in love with you
The most in love with anyone who knew
me more than
anyone knew me
especially
me
They deported
you
It was the last time
I saw you
At home in Bangladesh
Happier than I’ve ever seen you before
I am playing rugby again
you said
as the Skype connection
was los-

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Tattoo

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As for your lover
I am in love with him too
Stitch little leaves
all over his long shaved body
Starting from
the thighs
Don’t let him
distract you
From the writing
you have to do
Let his beauty
inspire you
He is not here
to patriarch you
as it were
Our lady of
the blue sky
Your clouds so
breathtaking
Your sun
your crown:
ride him
he is a horse
don’t let him
make you feel down

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Lungs

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Back from your adventure
You did as a poem you read suggested
You post the trees / lungs online
And write the first thing that comes
to you mind
The truth!
That you understood what it meant
In the profound moment
of photographing trees
To be connected to the heavens
through your branches
Starting at your hair
You already are
Poetry breaks through your veins
and draws itself from your very marrow
Don’t wait till tomorrow
To get down the at least first draft

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